Whether you ask for forgiveness or not is your choice, just as it is mine to chose whether I forgive you or not. Choices, are hard, but they are what make us human. I still struggle with them, even more so here.

[She takes a deep breath. There's raw emotion showing for a second before she controls it. It's unusual for her, but she's already decided how she wants to fight this battle.]

I believe that you want me to hate you. You want me to feel hatred, despair, anguish, and rage. Naturally, I want to, but at the same time, it's not who I am either. I believe the world is good, that there are good in people, though I also understand that there are people so bad and corrupt that the good is gone. I understand you may fall into that latter category, but I don't want to give up on anyone, either.